I've got a recipe for Brushwood :

Ingredients:
* 2 cups flour, about 500ml or 17.59 fl.oz
* 1 teaspoon of spirits or a teaspoon of vinegar can be
* 3 egg yolks
* 3 spoons clotted cream
* fat to fry
* powdered sugar for sprinkling sticks

IMPLEMENTATION:
To the flour add the egg yolks, cream and alcohol (or vinegar). Of all the ingredients knead smooth and soft dough to form very well, you can add a little flour so the dough was not very sticky. Then, pin out the dough thinly and cut into 3 cm along the strips. Then, if these strips are very long, can be cut in strips with a length of about 15 cm, scored a single bar in the middle, and translate one end of the incision. In deep fat heated dish tightly and throw twigs. Fry until the confounded. Then sprinkled with powdered sugar.

Thanks for recipe i will tray to do

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Thanks for sharing such a delicious recipe.One thing more if we add 5 spoons of clotted cream and decrease the amount of vinegar because it is sour then the taste will be more delicious.

Woow..That's yummy recipe. Will try for this sunday and post you the results soon. Thanks for sharing... LOL.

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